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He didn't really feel anything as his mother told him his grandfather passed over the telephone. It didn't feel real. It all felt numb like he was stuck in some twisted dream sequence. He felt like this until he was standing by this grandfather's casket at the cemetery.
Then every piece of hell seemed to crack open, making every hurt, rejection and fear make itself known. His grandfather raised him since birth because his parents couldn't be bothered with a child and refused to settle down. He was gone. Everything was gone. The tears came hot and fast. It all hit him like the world smacked Remington right on his head.
This gut wrenching,heart pulling feeling only got worse as the service carried on. Blinking hoards of tears away Remington looked up noticing the large angle statue above the grave. Had it always been staring at him? As the service came to an end and the casket was lowered, Remington's insides broke even more knowing this was the last time he he ever saw him. He was alone.
He didn't want to act like a baby and run but this wall to much. Remington spun on his heel and ran down the gravel path stumbling as he went. At that moment he could've sworn he felt the ground shake. The shaking of the ground made him unsteady causing him to trip over a small hole. . He fell back to the ground after his weak attempt at getting up, feeling the rough gravel pole his skin. A searing pain flared to life on his rib cage just underneath his left pectoral muscle leaving him gasping and crying even more. Visions began to flicker rapidly behind his eyes as the burning continued.
The angels stoney gaze staring into his as if it knew everything. A blurry figure that was blacked out save for the eyes that were the color of crushed berries. Wings. The figure had wings.
Remington gasped violently as his senses came back slowly when the pain began to subside. Coughing he rolled over and threw up. After three minutes of heaving, Remington hoisted himself up by small stone fence and tried to regain his strength. It felt like his organs were being cooked in the blazing afternoon sun. Especially with a suit on. He pitied whoever had to clean the vomit up. Driving home was a stunt Remington didn't care to repeat ever. It did not help a splitting headache decided to make a appearance either. But getting out was even worse as his stomach wanted to lurch at the slightest movement.
Remington stumbles once more through the apartment complex doors just as a wave of dizziness fell upon him. Damn it,m. The elevator was broken.
He knew he couldn't make it to the third floor taking the stairs... without breaking his neck that is. Was he getting sick? Plopping himself not so gracefully on the foot of the stairs, he slumped his against the banister. Just a few minutes. All I need is a rest. Letting his lids flutter shut, he didn't notice the black clad apparition walking closer to him. Am I floating... or dead. He was pressed against something cool and soft... smelt nice too. Was someone carrying him? Oh, well. Whatever was happening was happening.